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After the destruction of their home planet, aliens and angels are forced into an uneasy coexistence with humans on Earth. Angels proclaim themselves diplomats working to secure better relations between humans and aliens, but with tensions rising, hopes of peace are fading. When a revenge-driven alien embarks on a quest to annihilate the human race, a lone, idealistic angel must join forces with a human agency whose goals are unclear and a small team of young, powerful but reckless aliens to stop what has become a threat to all the inhabitants of Earth.
Excerpt
Humans
give Rachael and Bernard friendly smiles as they walk down the
hallway of the fourth floor. Whether the smiles were out of
nervousness or genuine, it didn’t matter; it was nice to see
something other than hatred for a change.
Bernard
glances at Rachael’s emotionless face. “Are you ok?”
“Why
wouldn’t I be?”
Bernard
ends the conversation there. He wasn’t one to pick and pull for
information; if she wouldn’t open up to him it made his job that
much easier. He really could care less about how anybody felt. He
equips his handgun as they reach room 403; the door lies across the
hall, a sure sign of forced entry.
Typhus
catches sight of the gun being pointed at him. Rachael places her
hand on Bernard’s forearm to lower his weapon. “Just let me talk
to him first.”
“We
have nothing to talk about,” Typhus snaps.
Bernard
pulls back on his gun, cocking it. “You heard him.” One look from
Rachael’s determined eyes stops him from escalating the situation
further. Typhus backs away ready for any tricks Rachael may try.
“I
understand that you’re still upset over how things turned out.”
Rachael places her gun on the ground. “But what you’re doing
isn’t going to change anything.”
“You
think I’m upset
after what these humans did? I’m infuriated!”
“Well
you’re not the only one who lost your parents, but you don’t see
any of us going on a rampage.”
Typhus
laughs at her statement. “I’m not a fool like you.”
Bernard
reaches to tear the wire net off of Ace. “I wouldn’t do that.”
Ace nods his head forward in the direction of Deadeye. It doesn’t
take long for Bernard to spot the barrel of a gun pointed right at
him. Deadeye is just waiting for one wrong move.
Ace
wiggles a little bit to get some breathing room. “I’ll just make
this easy for you two since I have a bad business partner. The virus
is in the nightstand.”
The
hatred Typhus feels at the moment for Ace is uncontainable. He lets
out a deep growl. The virus had been in such a simple location and
even though Tech ravaged the entire room he had failed to pull out
the drawer on the end table. Tech makes a run for the drawer at the
same time as Bernard. As Tech leaps off the bed Bernard grabs him by
the neck and flings the slinky alien into the wall. Tech’s face
slides down the wall with his body.
Bernard
pulls the drawer out; inside lies what they all want. The virus. He
immediately grabs it. “Let’s go.” Rachael extends her hand and
uses a telekinetic grip to pull the wire off of Ace. She then
projects the net at Typhus, but with his razor sharp claws he slices
through it and wraps his claw around her neck. She gasps for a breath
as he lifts her off the ground.
Deadeye
seizes the moment to do what he’s been waiting on–kill.
He removes the wire burst cartridge and loads in live ammunition.
With
the crosshairs on Bernard he pulls the trigger. The bolt slides back
on the rifle the second the bullet leaves the chamber.
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